Boots Of Spanish Leather
(专辑: Dan McCafferty - 1975)
I'm sailing away my own true love I'm sailing away in the
morning Is their something I
can send you from across the
sea From the
place where I'll be landing No, there's nothing you can send me my own true love There's nothing that I'm wishing to be owning Just carry yourself back to me unspoiled From across that lonesome ocean Ah, but I
just thought you might like something fine Made of silver or of golden Either from the
mountains of Madrid Or the
coast of Barcelona And if I
had the
stars of the
darkest night Or a
diamond from the
deepest ocean I'd forsake them all for your sweet kiss For that's all I'm wishing to be owning Well, I
might be gone such a
long, long time And it's only that I'm asking Is their something I
can send you to remember me by To make your time more, easy passing Oh, how can, oh how can you ask of me again It only brings me sorrow The
same thing that I
would want from you today I
would once, again tomorrow Oh, but I
got a
letter on a
long, lonesome day And it was from her ship a
sailing Saying I
don't know when I
will be back again It depends on how I'm feeling Well, you my love if you must ask of it that way Well, I'm sure your mind is roaming And I'm sure your thoughts are not with me But with the
country where you're going So take heed, take heed of the
western winds Take heed of the
stormy weather And yes there's something you can send back to me Spanish boots of Spanish leather